I imagine that they’ll both get better soon, but still, they remind me how traumatic childbirth really is. Michelle told me, “I’m glad that day’s over-with.” I totally agree. Although it’s an odd one, because that moment he was born, all bright purple and odd-looking, was one of the happiest moments of my entire life.
It’s kind of like that time I was young and walking through the bitter cold for almost two hours, feeling awfully frozen and desperately desiring to be indoors. I distinctly remember that first sip I took of a hot chocolate. It was like heaven.
Maybe we have to go through tough times to appreciate things more. True or not, I do hope Michelle and Joshua recover quickly. This is one health-hiccup I’d rather do without.